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National Review VOL. LX, NO. 15 August 18, 2008 Page 33

A Call, and an Answer

Two recent Dartmouth grads explain why they joined the Marines

by MICHAEL KNAPP & ETHAN MEFFORD

We stood at attention on the parade deck in the oppressive
Quantico heat. In the preceding weeks, along with our fellow
officer candidates, we had run countless miles through the woods,
tackled and retackled the obstacle course, been forced to shave
twice a day, and fallen into dreamless sleeps listening to lectures
on discipline and integrity. We had all endured the same persistent
cough and received the same eight vaccinations. Now graduation
had come at last. We stood together, sweat pouring into our fresh
haircuts and perfectly rolled sleeves, listening as the colonel in
charge of Officer Candidates School (OCS) told us about his own
decision to join the Marines. “All of you,” he said, “are here
because you felt the call to serve in a time of war. When I became
a Marine during Vietnam, it was just to avoid the draft.”

The colonel was right: We had made a choice — and choices often
have to be defended. This became clear to us when, after
graduating from OCS, we returned for our senior year to
Dartmouth College, where plans for the future — Goldman Sachs,
Fulbright scholarships, Teach For America — were the topic of
every conversation.

Sometimes it was easier just to avoid the question by talking about
our summer plans: “I’m doing an Arabic program at Georgetown,”
Ethan would say; for Michael it was “I’m doing research for a
professor.” But when we did divulge our secret, it often felt as if a
sheet had descended, separating us from our insouciant classmates.
First came a brief stare, and then we were met with some variation
of “Why are you doing that?” in a tone either brusque or
reverential. We soon learned to size up our audience and respond
appropriately. To people who we felt deserved an explanation,
devoid of bravado or humility or caustic humor, we would start by
saying, “Lots of reasons.”

Michael first thought about joining when he was in high school,
but he dutifully applied to college instead. During his freshman
year, which began in the fall of 2004, he returned to the idea, just
as it was beginning to stir in Ethan. After meeting as freshmen,
when we lived in the same dormitory, we would seek out a quiet
spot in the cafeteria to pore over the New York Times. Reading
about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, we experienced intense,
visceral reactions: hope, sadness, despair, anger. We both had
friends from high school who had enlisted and done tours; it was
our generation’s struggle, and it felt strange for our priorities to be
elsewhere, caught up in academics and the trivialities of college
life.

We found ourselves drawn to the study of history and government
because these subjects produced in us sensations similar to those
we felt reading Times articles. As we began to mull over a decision
that would come as a shock to our families and many of our
friends, we found strength in history. It was heartening to know
that generations before us had accepted such challenges and faced
the same sort of fear and doubt. Ethan was struck by Leo Tolstoy’s
depiction of the Russian artillery crew at the Battle of Borodino in
War and Peace, which reveals the crew’s cohesion and dedication,
working to the hilt even as French artillery rapidly reduced its
ranks.

The generations of men and women who have exhibited similar
courage and struggled, often selflessly, for a greater cause
provided a model that we both hoped to emulate. And with the
study of history came a desire to participate in history. The wars in
Iraq and Afghanistan will have profound effects throughout the
world, and by joining and serving in the armed forces, we could
intertwine ourselves with history.

During our sophomore year, we developed an intellectual
framework that justified and encouraged our interest in national
service. An introductory political-ideas class that we took touched
on Western political thought from Plato to Marx. Plato’s idealism
in particular spoke to us: His Republic rejected cynicism about
human nature and its larger manifestation, politics. It was closely
akin to the youthful idealism we felt welling up within ourselves.
We also seized upon Plato’s words, delivered through his teacher
Socrates in Crito, on the central importance of the social contract
as the foundation of a functional society.

By virtue of the upbringing that this society had allowed us, and
the myriad opportunities that had been extended our way simply
because we were Americans, it was incumbent upon us to offer our
services to our country. The privileges we have enjoyed endow us
with a responsibility, an obligation, to fulfill President Kennedy’s
charge: To this country that has given us so much, it is our turn to
give back. We reject the pernicious belief, commonly held at our
most highly esteemed institutions, that fighting our nation’s battles
is someone else’s job.

“When you lose a Marine …” Our company commander’s voice
caught slightly, and rose with emotion. Two hundred officer
candidates sat bolt upright, eyes fixed on the speaker. He was not
going to say that it was all right. “And you write to his family …”
He was speaking of young men and women who risked their lives
to promote American foreign policy and the futures of Iraq and
Afghanistan. Accepting a commission into the Marine Corps is a
grave responsibility. America is granting us charge of a platoon of
its best young men and women, entrusting us with their safety,
showing confidence in our judgment.

Many of our contemporaries also feel a call to service. In greater
numbers than ever before, fresh graduates are choosing to help
their country in various ways, in communities at home and across
the world. But as opportunities for national service have diversified
to include the Peace Corps, AmeriCorps, and Teach For America,
among others, there has been a steep decline in the number of
graduates of elite schools who choose to serve in the military.
Many never even consider joining the armed forces — yet military
service offers young graduates unparalleled opportunities. It can
serve as a great equalizer, bringing together people of all different
backgrounds and teaching them to work as a team. Few other
entry-level positions involve so much decision-making
independence; as second lieutenants, we will serve our platoons in
both a leadership and a supporting role. Years later, the faces of
senior officers light up as they recall the days when they were
closest to the privates, corporals, and sergeants — the backbone of
the Corps.

By the fourth week of OCS in Quantico, we had both been pressed
beyond our breaking points. “Everyone has one,” the colonel had
assured us, “and we are going to find out where yours is.” An
empty threat, we thought at the time: We were in stellar physical
condition and had sworn to ourselves and each other that we would
not quit. But by Week Four, blisters covered Ethan’s feet, courtesy
of his new boots, and the hacking cough that everyone had caught
had in his case developed into a fever. He lay at his appointed spot
in the defensive perimeter, shivering in the 90-degree Virginia
heat. It was his turn to lead the fire team in an impromptu attack.
Mustering whatever enthusiasm he could, he tried to remember the
various signals and commands that the exercise called for, but he
forgot several, and the all-important “command presence” was
lacking. The sergeant called Ethan over for his debriefing. “You’re
struggling,” he said. “Why do you want to be here?”

“I think the country’s in a tough spot,” Ethan replied. “And
everyone who has something to offer should be willing to give to
help us through. I think I have something to offer.” The sergeant
paused for a second; he had expected the rote answer: “Because I
love my country!”

“That’s the best explanation I’ve heard. I think you do have
something to offer, and I think you have what it takes.” Coming
from a sergeant recently returned from a tour in Iraq, this was no
idle endorsement.

On the day before our college graduation, we both took the oath to
become second lieutenants in the Marine Corps. In so doing, we
added our names to the long list of those before us who were
similarly inspired to serve, and we are determined to uphold the
high standard that they set.

Mr. Knapp and Mr. Mefford, both second lieutenants in the
Marine Corps, are 2008 graduates of Dartmouth College. They
will begin further officer training this fall.